My lovely and talented friend, Sandria, recently alerted me to Veronique Hyland’s NY Mag article, “How to Get Your Body Caftan-Ready for Summer.” Although I disagree with the author about a few points, mainly that wearing a kaftan means you can skip your bra and neglect basic hygiene. WTF. I do agree with her enthusiasm for kaftans and her desire to extol their virtues. Here are a few of my own tips for wearing kaftans and some amazing ones that you can buy right now. Kaftans are the true definition of GLAAAAM-OOOUUUURRR. They are not shlub wear. They are not for the tired. Find a muumuu for that foolishness. If your breasts…

Relationship advice springs eternal. Almost anyone (well, actually any man) has a platform from which to pontificate. Most of this advice is aimed at teaching women how to behave in order to garner the attention of a worthy mate (surprise, surprise). This strategy of dropping unwelcome counsel into women’s laps like an unwanted dick pic has launched careers and built multi-media fortunes. As I surveyed the landscape, I realized that I’ve got shit to say and I want some money too. So, I am jumping into the fray and offering my own gems. I’m dropping this science on you because I couldn’t possibly be any less qualified than let’s say…a…

Greetings! It’s been a long while and a lot has happened, so instead of explaining, I’ll just jump right in. Last year I took the first real vacation (no laptop, no phone calls) that I’ve had in years. Because I’m Daphne, I know no other way than to go big, so I splurged on a whirlwind ten days in Asia. My trip began in Bangkok, marinated in Phuket and then ended in Hong Kong. To sum up the experience in a word or two: fairy tale. Some deets: In Bangkok, my sister and I took a private boat tour down the Chao Phraya, toured Chinatown by night and sampled a little street food (not nearly as much as…

If your face is cracking and there is a way to stop it from cracking, why would you continue to let it crack? That is the millennial equivalent of the if-a-tree-falls-in-the-forest question. With plastic surgery being as ubiquitous as fashion people using the word ‘everything,’ I am surprised by my waffling opinion. Some days I’m down with it. Bring on the Botox! Fire up the Fraxel Laser! Other days I am flying the flag of feminism while angrily deriding all who seek to marginalize women with their limited, fantasy-based pablum. Bring on the Botox! Fire up the Fraxel Laser! …

vBecks leather legging 1. sweet sweater, cuff, pussy platforms 2. best blouse evah, phurry patchwork perfection , ring, super ring, blue suede boots, crossbody classic 3. jacket, stripes, necklace/bow tie, clutch, shoes/spats As the perspiration glistens on my skin while commuting downtown only to be greeted by indoor temperatures equivalent to those of the Arctic, I dream of fall. Because I hate summer. Yeah, I said it. Hate may seem like a strong word even though there are a few things I enjoy about summer – al fresco dining, the giddiness on the faces of city dwellers, street festivals. But none of those things make up for 90+ temps, not knowing how to dress appropriately for work and the ubiquity of flip flops.…

I love First Wives Club. I love Goldie. Whenever I think about making my appointment for Botox and Fraxel, I think about this. And please don’t get me wrong. I support these injections. I’m all about the Cellulaze.